Beautiful Temptress

My hands consume you, and close your eyes.
My heart wants romance, and my eyes crave a signal 

When my mind says signal, it means love...
but my arms reach for lust, for your body against mine

My long dark blonde curls unfurl down my back covered with 
the tempting silk blouse you haven't undone.

you call me the tempting tragedy.  and I bite your neck, trace your flaws with my fingers..

Why dont you want me for love, but only for my painted eyes 

Im beautiful Im beautiful, they tell me...
My heels click and entice distanced minds of men....

they follow me and curl up under the palms of my hands....

but like cinderella...something is missing, 
I lost my soul, I lost my worth on the way....

and not you or anyone caresses my cheek in return 
and says "I love you"

instead, the tape rewinds, my hands are under the heater....the perfect french manicure...

The red lips

the dress for you....

That you will dismiss, like all the others....

Dismiss me, and tell me im beautiful, but never touch my heart and feel how many beats I lose to my upcoming death.

Beauty is a curse and a blessing.
The recipe to loneliness 
and a slow morning coffee, alone dressed in white.